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Category: Memory Project

Adventure in a DP Camp: A Story Told to Me by My Parents

The following story was written by Sofia Kent and shared as part of the Memory Project. This is a true story which I know only because my parents told me about it. I don’t have a lot of stories about their experiences during and after the Second World War, but I...

Memories: Auschwitz-Birkenau

The following poem was written by Hilda Lebedun and shared as part of the Memory Project. Dear God, You let me come To the twilight of my life– This, my life. . . . How many detours I walked— How much pain and suffering I endured. How much pain and suffering Of others...

A Prayer for Answers

The following poem was written by Hilda Lebedun and shared as part of the Memory Project. Again and again I reminisce About my life. How can I forget the pain and the degradation which was perpetuated in terrible transgressions upon my soul, my body, and the very...

Springtime

The following poem was written by Hilda Lebedun and shared as part of the Memory Project. A new seasonA new life all around. . . . I am looking throughMy living-room windowsAt the redbud treeFull of crimson flowersAnd budding leaves onThe big maple tree.What a...

1988 – Fifty Years Later

The following story was written by Liz Lippa and shared as part of the Memory Project.  I was born in Vienna, Austria in the month of January in the fateful year of 1938. In March of 1938, Hitler and the Nazi army marched into the city, changing our lives forever. By...

A Birthday Gift from my Mother

The following story was written by Liz Lippa and shared as part of the Memory Project.   I have just spent the last year living through two difficult health issues. One was a car accident, when my own car ran over me and came to rest on my left leg, just above my...

Approaching the Eve of At-one-ment – Yom Kippur, 1997

The following story was written by Liz Lippa and shared as part of the Memory Project.  Yesterday I went to a Sabbath service. It wasn’t just an ordinary Sabbath service. It was the first Sabbath of the Jewish New Year. It was the first Sabbath service I have attended...

Aunt Rosa

The following story was written by Liz Lippa and shared as part of the Memory Project.  Aunt Rosa and my mother Berta were born one year apart.  The two sisters lived together nearly all their lives. When the Nazis marched into Vienna, their native city, they were the...

Aunt Rosa’s Apple Strudel

The following story was written by Liz Lippa and shared as part of the Memory Project.   Aunt Rosa was my mother’s sister, and she lived with us most of my growing up years. I was the youngest member of our extended family, so I was home with Aunt Rosa while everyone...